Zombie Drabble #297 “Sometimes The Answer Is No”

Dear Lord, please, oh please make the zombies go away. Please. If you make the zombies get away from the door I'll do anything. I'll become a priest. I'll stop drinking. I'll be nicer to Mom. And no more chronic masturbating. I mean it. I never ask you for anything, but I’m asking now: you have to save me. You have to. I’ll be a better person, I’ll be worth it, I promise. Oh God, please let the door hold.

Why didn’t I hang a stronger door? I knew when I bought this place the door was cheap. Why, God?

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